I know—
everything I see...

When you are full of feathers,
full of flight...

An officer fell—
today he won’t...

On these streets,
no event...

Why does charlatanism always win
before the game even begins...

You are either imprisoned
by what holds you captive...

I am not after winning—
I seek the flame of truth...

There is no truth
entirely seen...

Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...

The loops unroll,
each birthing another...

I dream of you
in the moan of violins...

Even in the storm,
learn...